Plot[ edit ] Harry is back at the Dursleys for the summer holidays, where he sees on Muggle television that a convict named Sirius Black has escaped, though with no mention of what facility he has broken out of. Harry involuntarily inflates Aunt Marge when she comes to visit after she insults Harry and his parents. This leads to his running away and being picked up by the Knight Bus.
The third year at Hogwarts, still filled with the same betrayal, the same fugitive, the same dementors but this time, we see it through the eyes of a certain werewolf Professor. Lupin was neatly folding the slacks of a--sadly-- no longer needed clerk uniform for a local Muggle supermarket when there was a knock on the door.
He straightened, warily, and eyed the door. Landlord, confused vagrant, wrong address? Nobody visited him--there was nobody left to visit him. Perhaps they would go away. He pressed a hand to his jacket pocket where his wand was stowed away for reassurance as he opened the door--and choked on his greeting.
Albus Dumbledore was standing in write a prisoner azkaban dingy hallway of his flat, beaming down at him over his crooked nose. Just the irrationality of a wizard of his stature coexisting with the scent of burnt bacon from down the hall was mind-boggling.
He was suddenly intensely aware of the vague musty smell that had permeated this place since before his occupation, the water stains on the ceiling, the peeling wallpaper and shoddy windows. The ground down carpet with an almost offensively indeterminable color that could range anywhere from puce to pea green, depending on the lighting and humidity.
Even so, he adamantly stifled the urge to apologize or explain such accommodations. As graciously as he could, he gestured to the foot of his tidy, if threadbare, bed. Too much time scraping by in the Muggle world had caused his undercover persona to become a little too comfortable.
It no longer seemed second nature to just reach for a wand. But Dumbledore had already sat himself down and proceeded to cross his legs, hands woven together around his knee and look quite comfortable. Did this mean something was wrong?
Had he done something? Terrified; no context; certain he was somehow in trouble already. Why on earth would the Professor want to talk to him, of all people?
Remus raked through his recent memory of anything happening in the Daily Prophet, when he found them abandoned in his limited wizarding haunts he favored nearby.
Nothing out of the ordinary, nothing about werewolves, certainly nothing about him. When Remus was done fussing, he set his suitcase rightside up and sat astride it, too uncomfortable to stand when Dumbledore was sitting.
Remus tried to ignore the cold shaking that was trying to take root in his stomach.
Sirius Black escaped from prison yesterday. Remus watched his lips in numb fascination, but nothing came through but a steady, growing ringing. Dumbledore had come that day, too.
The Order had been together for the news of the next day. He had been laughing, they said. As they took him away. After he had betrayed his heart.
After he had destroyed everything-- This dusty corner of unmentionable thoughts was rattling and it spread, trespassing through his limbs and he shook with the unbearableness of it.
Some nameless emotion was pulsing down to his fingertips with every heartbeat, virulent. I may say what I will about them, but the Dementors are very good at their job.
It eludes me how he could have eluded them. Maybe he was in shock. He looked to his hands for his teacup but it had since rolled from his unfeeling grasp.
His knuckles were white, his fingertips balled up into his palms.
He stood abruptly from the suitcase, not giving his knees the option to refuse and automatically picked up his cup. Bearing it back into the washroom, he counted his breathing.
This box of untouched memories was trying desperately to resurface but he refused, he would not think of the wreckage of their house; the empty crib, the shattered door. He would not think of the pictures of that torn up street, with pipes streaming water out over outstretched limbs flung awkwardly like forgotten dolls--the blood--of how well Remus knew the sound of his uproarious laughter-- The mug shattered in the sink.
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